(Requested by Darkraiptor. Hope you enjoy!)

(Set in the same time and place as "Sunny x Fatespeaker x Starflight")

The more Peril thought about it, the more she realized how much it sucked to have firescales.

There were positives, of course. She'd never get cold. It was nearly impossible for her to get hurt. All the prey she caught would come cooked, so she'd never get food poisoning. Other dragons kept their distance from her out of fear of being burned alive. And as Scarlet would often say, "No drake is going to rape someone who can burn their dick off."

But now that she was getting to live her own life, the Skywing was starting to see there were a lot more negatives that she originally thought. Other dragons could touch their friends. Peril couldn't. Other dragons could read. Peril couldn't (at least without setting the scrolls on fire). Other dragons could dance and cuddle and kiss and... other things. As far as Peril knew, there was only one dragon in Phyrria she could do any of those things with. Her boyfriend, the love of her life, a Dragonet of Destiny, Clay.

Oh, Clay Clay Clay. No one had ever cared for her like he had. She'd never loved and adored someone like him before. He was the one who set her free. Before, she was just a killing machine, a willing executioner for Queen Scarlet. But Clay showed her that she didn't have to do that anymore. She had goodness inside her, and she didn't have to kill dragons anymore or let anyone tell her what to do if she didn't want to do it.

So she did. After saving Scarlet from Burn's Tower, she returned to the Sandwing Palace just as Clay was bitten by a dragonbite viper. Thinking quickly, she stuck her talons into the bite, burning away the venom. Clay would walk with a limp for the rest of his life, but he'd live nonetheless. The Sandwings got a new Queen (none of the three Princesses, but someone who claimed to be Sunny's mom), Queen Ruby took over the Sky Kingdom and banished her, and Clay and his friends invited her to stay at their new home on Jade Mountain. With no other options (and wanting to spend more time with her boyfriend), she moved into the chambers around the underground lake, as his friends tried to decide what they were going to do with her.

In the meantime, Clay had been showing her what it meant to be loved by being the best boyfriend ever. When he wasn't taking care of business with his friends and the academy, he was spending it with her, going on dates in the cave and in the surrounding mountains and forests. He'd teach her different things about the Tribes, talk about events happening all across Phyrria, go hunting and swimming and flying around. Even just laying out on the shores of the lake, holding each other in their arms was absolutely wonderful.

Oh, but the best part was the physical contact. Peril never knew how great a simple touch could feel until she felt Clay caress her cheek. She never knew the subtle art of flirting until she felt him brush her side, or touch her tail, or brush her wing with his. And Spirits Above, she had no idea how great a kiss could until Clay kissed her one summer evening.

But then they hit a wall. They soon learned that any part of Clay that wasn't covered with his protective scales could still be burnt. They'd been kissing lip-to-lip, even going on to tongue-to-tongue, but just as things were starting to get hot and heavy, Clay, in the moment, tried to lick her cheek. Fortunately, it was only the briefest of contacts, so he didn't lose the tongue. But he spoke with a lisp for a week, and he couldn't taste anything for another week.

Peril was beside herself for days. How could they be together if they couldn't be intimate? How could she ever have sex if one wrong move could hurt or cripple him? How could she be a good girlfriend is all she ever did was take? Three Moons, this was so frustrating!

Clay, of course, was nothing but encouraging. He knew they could work something out. They could still do couple things together... they'd just have to be very, very careful, that's all.

So fast-forward to the hatchingday of the Dragonets of Destiny, a month before the academy was to open. They'd invited a lot of their friends and associates to the party, and there was lots of food and drink and fun times to be had. Peril couldn't help but watch the other couples in the room - Glory and Deathbringer, Tsunami and Riptide, Fatespeaker and Starflight. They'd brush wings, entwine tails, look longingly into each other's eyes (well, Fatespeaker kept on eyeing Sunny for some odd reason, but Starflight wore a blindfold so who knew what was going on there). It made her look at Clay, feel that fluttering in her heart as she scooted closer to him, daring to touch his tail with hers. He'd look back at her, with that sweet smile and the barest hint of a blush, and it wasn't just her scales that were feeling warm.

She started to hear a slight sizzling sound. Confused, she sniffed the air. Her eyes went wide, and she pressed her crotch down against the cold stone floor. Yeah, she got herself to sizzle sometimes when she'd touch herself, but never out in public. SO EMBARRASSING! She needed to get out of here, and she had to take care of it now.

"Hey, Clay," She leaned over to his ear, her voice a hot, gentle wind, "I need to tell you something. Privately. Can we go somewhere?" That was their code, her way of saying Wanna have some fun?

"Sure, Peril," He agreed, giving her that smile that always set her heart on fire, "I've been meaning to talk to you anyway." The dragons left the mess hall, heading down the many winding hallways of the cave system. Peril realized after the first couple of turns that they were heading to Clay's room, their new go-to place for makeout sessions. The fire in her heart and her loins flared as thoughts of the fun they were about to have, and she couldn't hold back her intentions anymore. As soon as they turned the corner before the dorms, the former Skywing Champion pushed Clay against a wall.

"Peril, what're you-" The Mudwing protested, before he felt hot, soft lips press against his cheeks. Warm scales pressed against his body, and instinctively he found himself pulling her closer, pressing his lips against hers, welcoming her invading tongue into his mouth. She always had the slightest taste of charcoal, which somehow worked well with the subtle scent of copper and woodsmoke she carried. Pushing him into a sitting position, she rested her forepaws on his strong shoulders. Her crotch pressed against his knee, rubbing and grinding against it. They could both hear the slight sizzling sound of her pussy juice caught between their scales. The musky smell drove Peril ever onwards, purring as she broke her kiss to lick Clay's neck. Clay looked down the hall just in time to see a flash of yellow. Sunny had seen them.

"Hey, easy, Peril." Clay cautioned, pushing her back gently. "I don't want to get too excited with you on top of me."

Peril looked down, and sure enough the tip of a thick pink shaft was starting to emerge from his slit. She stepped back - the last thing she wanted to do was burn his dick off by accident. Once, back when she served Scarlet, she was ordered to have sex with an Icewing prisoner. This had shocked the young Skywing: She knew the Queen had a voracious libido and a taste for sadism, but even Peril recognized that this was beyond cruel. She was fine with killing dragons, but she wasn't going to get Scarlet off by burning a drake's dick off. It was the one time she could remember disobeying Scarlet before Clay, and though she still ended up killing the prisoner in the arena, she taught the Queen that even her Champion had limits.

As they continued on to Clay's dorm, Peril lamented this hurdle between them. She'd never thought about having a boyfriend or becoming a mother before meeting him, but ever since the thoughts have become increasingly common. She wanted more than anything to have what she thought was a normal life, with a mate who loved her and dragonets to raise. But the more she wanted it, the more she despaired. How could she properly satisfy her mate if one wrong move could castrate him? And even if she did become gravid, how could she keep them from getting burned as she laid them? How could she be a true mate and mother when everything she touched died?

She shook her head, banishing those negative thoughts. She shouldn't think about future problems she couldn't control. She was here and now, with a boyfriend who loved her and wanted to make her feel good. She had to enjoy the good times when they came around, and this was going to be a good time, one way or another.

Clay led her into his room, a rather spartan and sparse space (less stuff for Peril to set on fire). He motioned for her to hop onto the stone slab that was his bed. She did, rolling onto her side as he climbed up to join her. She caressed his cheek, pulling him in to resume their makeout session. But this time, instead of laying down and rubbing her neck, he gently pushed her down.

"Let's do something different tonight." Clay explained, kissing her cheek and neck. "Why don't you roll on your back and spread your legs?"

Peril leaned back, looking up at him in surprise. "Wait a minute," She asked, "Are we going to..."

"...Not exactly." Clay admitted, looking sheepish. "I've been looking through some of the more 'adult' scrolls in the library, and I think I found a way to make you feel good, if you're up for it."

"Of course I'm up for it!" She declared, "I'm up for anything!" She did as she was told, bringing her massive wings in, her legs spread to reveal her glistening, needy slit. Steam rose from her crotch, and she wondered if the heat she felt down there was anything like the heat Clay felt when he touched her.

The Mudwing laid down beside her, leaning in to lavish her neck with kisses. Ticklish chills ran through her body, even as his claws trailed down her belly and stroked her inner thighs. His claws brushed her slit and clitoris, making her bite back a pleasurable hiss. She'd touched herself plenty of times before, but this was different somehow. Clay was cautious, gentle, curious as he explored her depths. A middle claw slid its way inside her sacred entrance, feeling around her inner walls. A thumb rubbed her clit in little circles, sending delightful flames of pleasure into her soul.

"Oh, Clay." She cooed, rubbing his strong neck, pulling him closer. Peril was no stranger to sex. Even before that Icewing, she'd sometimes sneak out of her quarters and come across Scarlet spending a night with a noteworthy soldier or gladiator or even prisoner. Sometimes she'd have them tied to the bed as she had her fun. Other times she'd let them pin her down and get a little rough with her (albeit with Peril or some guards watching to keep things from going too far with their Queen). None of her partners stayed longer than a couple of sessions. As Scarlet told her, "Why keep fucking the same drake or dragoness when I can have a different toy every night?" But this wasn't fucking. Clay wasn't trying to satisfy himself as he lavished her with attention. Every delicate kiss, every twist of his claw inside her, was for Peril's enjoyment. Was this what making love was like?

"Clay! Oh, Clay! Yes!" She cried, her hips rising and bucking against his paw. Love-juice sizzled and steamed on Clay's fingers and her crotch, filling the room with the pungent aroma of aroused Skywing. She was already halfway to an orgasm when she got on the bed, but now Peril was on the fastlane to erupting. "Oh Clay! Go deeper! Deeper, please! Ooohh fffuck keep going! Faster! Faster! Oh Spirits, faster! I'm so close! I'm so close, Clay! Oh Clay, I... I... I'm cumming! I'm cumming! AaaaaahhhhhhH!"

Peril's orgasmic scream was as loud and powerful as the sensations in her loins. Her sacred passage squeezed Clay's talons in a vice-like grip, even as they were soaked with the juices of her love. She arched her pelvis up, her tail curling and twitching rapidly. She held him tight as her toes curled against the stone bed, her legs convulsing with rapid-fire ecstasy. Her scream descended into moans, muffled as she pressed her face into her lover's chest.

She rode out her orgasm, bucking against Clay's claws, ecstasy rolling through her body like a firestorm. By the time her body settled into a dreamy afterglow, she laid in a puddle of her own juices. Everything below her waist felt tingly and numb, even as her toes and tail curled and twitched. Her crotch sizzled and steamed like a frying pan, filling the room with the scent of feminine arousal. She panted, staring deeply into Clay's eyes.

"Pretty good, right?" He asked, giving his sweet smile over his wide muzzle. Clay had time to see a spark light up in Peril's eyes, before she grabbed his horns, pulled him down and pushed her tongue into his mouth. He accepted it gladly, their tongues wrestling in his mouth. After a moment that lasted an eternity, she pulled back, a trail of saliva still linking them together.

"That," She gasped, "Was the most amazing feeling I've ever felt in my life. It was beyond heavenly!"

"You're so hot when you cum." He chuckled. "And I don't just mean you looked sexy! I thought you were going to burst into flames. My claws still hurt!"

As she laid there, recovering, a thought crossed her mind. "Clay," Peril asked, perhaps more timidly than she intended, "Can I, um, do something for you?"

"You don't have to do anything for me, Peril." He said, nuzzling her cheek. "I like making you feel good. It's what boyfriends do."

"I know I don't have to," Peril huffed, pushing herself up, "But I want to. You've been such a good boyfriend, Clay. You're so patient and careful and loving, and all I do is take. I want to give back. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel."

They looked into each other's eyes, and she could see him thinking it over. "How?" He asked, curious.

The Skywing's cheeks were so warm, she thought they could melt steel. "I learned a few things," She admitted shyly, "From Scarlet. Sometimes I got to watch her sleep with her favorite gladiators or an attractive prisoner. She could be very creative when she wanted to."

"...Oh." Clay was starting to look a little rosy himself. "Well, okay then, if you really want to. Just, please be careful."

Peril was beaming as she sat up, rolling Clay onto his back. She mirrored his earlier movements, backing up and spreading his legs, and what she saw made her gasp. She'd never seen a Mudwing penis before, so she had no idea if her boyfriend was gifted down there. But looking at his half-erect cock slowly emerging from his slit, she was blown away by how thick it was. She was sure that the shaft alone would be enough for her entire tongue, and his base would be like her fist. How was she going to-

I can do this. She thought, steeling her resolve. For you, Clay, I can do anything.

She let her tongue roll out of her mouth, long and red and wet. It wasn't quite as long or flexible as a Rainwing (she was still a little jealous of Glory and the way she'd work her tongue, the couple times she caught her making out with Deathbringer), but Skywing tongues would be long enough for what she had in mind. Lips pulled back in a toothy smile to avoid touching, she ran her tongue up along his shaft. It twitched, swelling slightly and still rising. She licked it again, and again, long and slow and savoring his taste. She rested her forelegs on Clay's thighs, pinning him, giving her unfettered access to his drakehood.

As she continued to bathe and worship the fully-erect cock before her, she looked up at her lover with heavy, seductive eyes - the eyes of a female getting buzzed with lust. Clay watched her carefully, biting his lower lip, trying to hold back pleased grunts and groans as she worked him. There was fearful concern in his eyes, but there was also arousal. The pleasing sensation of the tongue-bath on his length was magnified by the danger of firescales fractions of an inch away from his most sensitive part. And while he'd orally pleasured himself before, Peril definitely seemed to know what she was doing.

"Enjoying the view?" Peril asked, winking as she dragged her tongue over his sensitive tip. She could taste his pre beading up - a mix of bitter and salty and sweet, just like she imagined.

"Mmmhmm." Clay grunted, smiling.

"You like this deadly dragoness working your huge cock like a banana?"

"Mmmmyeah."

"Well, we're not done yet. Check this out."

She opened her mouth wide, and slowly took his dick into her mouth. Her tongue guided his cock further in, until she felt it press against the back of her mouth. Undeterred, she held her breath, gave Clay a wink, and kept going. She pressed on, taking more and more of his maleness into her throat, squeezing it nice and tight, until she felt her nose press into his crotch.

"Whoooaa ffffuck, Peril!" The Mudwing moaned in surprise and pleasure. "I didn't know you could do that!" Clay wasn't a stranger to blowjobs (well, he gave himself B-J's when he needed relief) but this was different. He never heard of someone taking a male so deep in their throat before. It felt weird, but not in a bad way. Definitely not in a bad way.

Peril pulled her head back, her tongue massaging his dick as she exhaled. She took another breath and went down again, her teeth gently holding his meat in place. The Skywing focused on her lover, trying to ignore her building gag reflex. Scarlet would sometimes brag about the size of the males she took, how they were the pinnacles of drakehood. But the old queen was an experienced slut, having taken hundreds of males over her life and built up those skills over many years of fucking. It was perhaps the one thing Peril was really jealous of, getting lavished by drakes and dragonesses every night. And because of that, it didn't matter how uncomfortable it felt to have Clay's meat in her throat. She was going to work him as hard as she could until her belly was full of his seed.

Her eyes started to well up with tears, as she bobbed her head back and forth, getting into a steady rhythm. She closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing and her movements, trying to ignore the unpleasant sensation in her throat. The only sounds filling the room were the slurping sound of Mudwing dick, and the occasional moan and gag from Peril.

"Oooh, Peril," Clay moaned, his claws digging into the rock, "Please, go faster. I'm getting close!"

She didn't think she could go faster (not without the risk of losing her dinner all over Clay and killing the mood), but her mind raced as she considered her options. She started to rub his thighs, rub her belly and crotch against his tail, work her tongue along his shaft as best she could, anything that could provide Clay with additional stimulation. It seemed to be working, as Clay started to thrust himself into her mouth, pre dribbling onto her tongue.

"Oh Peril," He moaned, "Don't stop! Don't stop! I'm gonna, gonna, HNNNGH!"

Peril caught him on the downswing, as he came. The first blast of jizz hit her stomach, warm and filling as the dinner she just had. The second hit her throat, coating her esophagus in the sticky stuff on the way down. Peril pulled up for air just as the third shot hit, filling her mouth and coating her tongue in white, salty-sweet nut. She pulled away, coughing and gasping for air. The rest of his load emptied upon her face, neck and back, sizzling and cooking as it landed on her scales, filling the room with the scent of burnt, roasting cum. Peril didn't know if she liked it or not, but as she swallowed most of her boyfriend's cum and spat out the rest, she knew it'd need to be aired out for a while to get the scent out.

"Three Moons," He sighed, his cock already deflating, "That was great, Peril. You're just... amazing."

"Oh Clay," She purred, licking the dried fluids off her snout, "You know I'd do anything for you. I'm just glad we could make each other get off."

"The others are going to be up for a few hours," Clay said, leaning to one side as his dick retreated back into his slit, "But once they head to bed, we can go down to the lake and wash up. We don't want our friends to see you covered in gunk."

"Or we can wake up early in the morning," She suggested, crawling up to cuddle with him, "And we can sleep in each other's arms, like a couple."

Clay thought of Tsunami and Riptide, Glory and Deathbringer, Starflight and Fatespeaker, and sighed. "Okay," He relented, rolling to face away, "But you get to be the big spoon. Sometimes I get morning wood."

Peril grinned, as she slid up against his wings and back. She wouldn't want to burn off that delicious drakehood when her boyfriend grinded against her as they slept. Her arms wrapped around his chest, his paws holding hers. She nuzzled Clay's neck, listening to the gentle rhythm of his breathing, and fell into a deep, restful, happy slumber...